Walking up to the stall, Yukon Carbon patiently said, "Buy whatever you like, they're all little things, I'll get them for you."
"This flower crown looks nice, I see everyone's wearing them," Jasmine Yale pointed to the pretty women on the open ground, many of whom were wearing flower crowns.
The flower crowns were made of fresh flowers, fragrant and perfectly matched with the deep night.
Without a second word, Yukon bought it for her.
"Don't move." Yukon gently placed the flower crown on her head.
The vibrant and beautiful flower crown complemented her pale yellow dress, making her look just like a little elf, lively and enchanting, unmatched by any scenery.
Yukon was momentarily stunned, his gaze lingering on her face, not moving away for a long time.
"Does it look good?"
"It looks good." Yukon held her hand, "Don't take it off."
"Since you say it looks good, I won't take it off. I think it should look good too."
Yukon continued to walk with her.
